Surviving A Novel I Don't Remember: A Tutor's Guide To Staying Alive Chapter 331: ​"This half will follow them into the dirt."

Alias furrowed his eyes as he thought about it.

If given the chance, if he had talked to another male and laughed with another, would Theo have reacted this way? Would he have gone dark?

He shut his eyes. He did not want to think about it. He would rather believe that his lover was pure and would never do anything to hurt another just for the sake of keeping his attention and love.

"I am sorry I could not reciprocate your love." Alias muttered, his eyes turning steel again. "But that does not excuse the things you did and the evil you have beco."

He must protect. He must keep his promise. And he must not waver.

​"What are you going to do now, Architect?" Norx asked, his voice returning to a low hiss as he noticed Alias’s expression turning into sothing terrifyingly absolute. "They are gone. Their flesh is cold. You are alone in your gutter."

​"True, but it is not the end." Alias said. "Norx, I am splitting the story,"

​He raised his right hand to his own throat, caressed it a bit and brought his hand down to his chest. His heart was racing, knowing fully well what he was about to do.

But this was the only way.

The only way to ensure that the world stayed balanced, and that he had a chance at eting Theo and Kael once again... even if it takes a thousand years.

With a single, unyielding thrust of his fingers, he drove his hand into his own chest, reaching past his divine flesh and directly into his own divine core.

​The pain was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It felt as though his very consciousness were being torn down the center with an axe.

He let out a sharp, breathless gasp as he pulled his hand back out, holding half of his own soul—a brilliant, shimring sphere of pure silver light that cast no shadow.

​"You are mad," Norx whispered, his manic confidence finally cracking into genuine horror as he watched the silver hair on one side of Alias’s head turn a dull, human grey. "You will destroy yourself."

​"Half of my essence will remain locked in the highest sphere," Alias said, his voice split into two separate tones—one echoing from the clouds, and the other sounding thin, mortal, and tired. "It will oversee the world. It will maintain the blueprints so the stars do not fall and it will listen to the prayers of the mortals. But this half..."

​He looked at the silver sphere in his hand—the half that carried the mory of the mats, the sll of jasmine, and the weight of Theo’s arms.

​"This half will follow them into the dirt."

​Alias closed his hand over his own split soul and cast it straight down into the sa deep, dark current of reincarnation where Theo and Kael had vanished.

He was sending his own heart into the mud, to be born as a mortal, to grow, and to search the vast expanse of the world until he found the blue eyes of the man he loved.

​"No!" Norx shrieked, lunging forward, but the silver light was already gone, buried deep within the cycle of the earth.

​The fallen god stood in the empty room, his chest heaving, his dark robes smoking with the residual heat of Alias’s departure.

He looked up at the ceiling, where the divine half of Alias was already ascending back to the crystalline halls to take its place as the cold, silent judge of the cosmos.

​Norx curled his hands into claws, his face twisting into an expression of permanent, unyielding vengeance as he stared down at the dark floorboards where the mortal souls had escaped.

​"You think you can run from in the dirt, Alias?" Norx roared into the empty house, his voice echoing out over the quiet water of the oasis. "Go then! Be born! Forget what you are! But I will find you. Even if I must crawl through every gutter in this miserable world, I will find your split soul. I will write your story myself. I will make you go through this circle again. You will love, and you will lose. Mark my words, Alias. Mark my words! Even if you save them now, you can never save them forever. I will definitely repay you for this betrayal!"

​The house on the ridge went completely silent, the wind from the desert finally blowing the door shut, leaving the fallen god alone with his curse in the darkness of his abyss.

The vision of the past faded. The broken cottage, the desert oasis, and Norx’s furious roars dissolved back into the dark.

The heavy sll of blood and smoke cleared, leaving only the quiet emptiness of Julian’s own mind.

​Julian’s soul floated in the silence. His face was wet with tears. Everything finally made sense.

​So... I am half the soul of the God of Light? Julian asked himself.

​He wasn’t just a regular teacher as he thought he had been. He was the half that had been thrown into the dirt, ant to live as a mortal, grow old, and search for the man he loved.

He was the half ant to protect them on Earth, while his other half stayed in heaven to keep the stars from falling. He was half the being the holy Empire desperately prayed to.

This twist... he did not see this coming

But his heart was heavy. With the loss of Maya’s soul and the unplanned departure. It was as if he could feel exactly what Alias had felt in that last mont.

​As the fog cleared, the god of light appeared right in front of him, but he did not appear like a being of light, he appeared as Alias.

​He looked exactly like he did before the split, wearing his white robes with the golden halo spinning rhythmically above his head. His silver eyes were calm but filled with a deep sadness.

​"Do you see it now?" the God of Light asked, his voice echoing softly. "Do you see why he hates us so much?"